Working with my hands -- Maserati Trofeo

No intro on this one, y'all know how I operate.



Getting started:


Engine panel in and door panels on, back glass in:


Interior mostly assembled, as this one has a single seat and a cage:


Decision time, brushed or chrome:


I'm going for the chrome this time, we're all finished:


Opened up:




Now, wipe her down and put it back in the box:


Yeah, I think I like it well enough. Immediately in the top of the closet next to the others in wait for the next.

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